II
In the forest, the words
were indistinguishable
of the common screaming.
The undergrowth was a chorus
and the human verb was confused
with the buzz of mosquitoes
Or the deer's snoring;
In the jolt of the nights,
the cry of our nightmares
was accompanied by the hoots of owls.
The squeals and screams of the eagles
that broke the stillness of the sky
responded to the song of the first poets...
Grunts, roars, trumpeting, chirpings
were in tune with the voice of men
in an unrepeatable concert:
Silence was just a dream.
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